To London,
The saying goes
London calling
but I rang first
and kept it ringing
followed the line
across oceans and land
packed my bags
came holding hands
soon fell out of love
with the wrong man
broken in two
without a plan
suddenly single
I was brand new
open and honest
to finding you
fell head over heels
for this bright city
for all of its flaws and
all of its pretty
turning corners
your streets caught my tears
my vulnerable moments
and all of my fears
you watched me fall
you watched me crawl
until I stood tall
because of it all
my spark caught fire
and tore through the night
the winter was cold
but I was alight
five seasons in now
summer has shone twice
I have done my dues
I have paid the price
we found each other
London and I
solid ground for my feet
and a never ending sky
A little piece about moving countries, breaking up, finding yourself and beginning again // I have always wanted to move to London but when I did, a breakup wasn’t part of the vision - I can tell you now that it was the best thing that happened - because I got to live London for and by myself, like the little me had always dreamed of.forgotten feeling
Remind me please
that sunshine comes from above
I’ve had to find it elsewhere
as London proves that we’re all
fools for spring
As I wait for the season to shine
I have found the light
through new postcodes
and thrifting treasures
stretching the legs
driving into the expanse
and bypassing dead ends
I have found the warmth
through the phone with a friend
dancing with familiar strangers
sharing my favourite meals
running towards the new
and trusting the fall
Remind me please
that sunshine can be a feeling
I’ve had to make it myself
and though the real rays are welcomed
I’m not a fool at all
Waiting patiently/impatiently for spring sunshine to arrive - and realising in it's absence, that I can make my own.valentine
Seven men stand
Outside the florist
Waiting to surprise
The person on their mind
Six bouquets brighten
The grey tube carriage
Love littering eye lines
Flowers bringing life
Tell your people
You love them
On the one day you
Don’t have to be shy
I took my own
Fearless, careless advice
And now I am impatiently waiting
For the reply
Oh, I’m a sucker for love - you should know that about me. I was on the bus, driving through Shoreditch and past a florist. The view of men lining up waiting to pick up their bouquets painted me in romance and I thought about who might be on the receiving end of their love. I looked at my phone and thought, “Do I, don’t I,” and battled with messaging a crush something, anything, nothing.